Homeschoolers in Highschool, Part Two

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OOC: Hannah, do you imagine Chilena's birth mother living in America or in the Philippines? If the Philippines, I can say in the narrative that she like the other Havens kids was medically screened in the adoption process. But in any case, these parents are the sort to be very alert for health problems. Are you wanting Chilena to have a SERIOUS illness? (Don't you dare kill her off; Alipang loves her too much.)
 
I have not for my part written anything yet with any attempt at treatment...but this also brings an intriguing possibility to mind....


Cecilia gave Chilena some aspirin; but the fever did not drop very far. Eventually she called her husband. Eric's dental partner, Luis Quintero, was able with some juggling to handle Eric's patients; so Eric raced home to take care of Melody and Harmony while Cecilia drove Chilena to their own family doctor, Diana Wicklund. Cecilia was afraid that Chilena might have mononucleosis; and if she did, she might already have spread it to anyone she had kissed recently, which would include her brother and likely Dan as well. A still worse possibility was West Nile virus; Chilena HAD suffered a few mosquito bites this month...

Chilena did not have mononucleosis or West Nile virus; all they ever could conclude was that it was the latest short-lived "bug." But an entirely different matter was affected by the doctor visit. Dr. Wicklund, by the very fact of seeing any members of the Havens family, was reminded of the Free Clinic downtown where both she and Cecilia's husband volunteered.

This in turn reminded her: the last time she had been there, she had looked at a male white youth who had a hairline collarbone fracture that he claimed was from a skateboarding accident. She had at the time questioned whether that particular spot _could_ be hurt in a fall with the head and neck staying undamaged; but she had believed the boy's claim that he fell against a metal bike rack. Now, though, seeing the mother and sister of Alipang Havens, and having heard from her teenage son Darryl about Alipang thwarting a mugging attempt made on him....

"A stick! Descending onto the collarbone!" Dr. Wicklund suddenly exclaimed--then silenced herself and apologized, remembering medical confidentiality. But she had a _duty_ to tell the police...

Mrs. Havens was given a prescription for a stronger pain-and-fever medication, and told to keep Chilena home at least through the next day, which would be Friday. The weekend, then, being Labor Day weekend, should see Chilena fully recovered in time for Tuesday classes. Cecilia cellphoned Dan's mother, advising her to take Dan to a physician also.

And Diana Wicklund phoned the police with a clue to the identity of Alipang's would-be assailants from Tuesday.
 
By the time Trigonometry class came around, Alipang was in an unenviable state. Not from his cracked rib; he had been prescribed some hydrocodone for the pain, and had at last gotten around to taking a tablet. He was bothered about his sister Chilena and her boyfriend both being sick; about his friend Summer nearly being strangled to death by Leopard Man (though at last that loser was expelled and placed in juvenile detention); about Jason's mental deterioration; about no progress happening in identifying his would-be muggers from Tuesday night; about maybe not being able to do his part helping to run the city Labor Day picnic....and about Kim claiming that he would fight over words alone, which had _not_ been the case when Dan was bodily assaulted or in _any_ confrontation of Alipang's, known to her or not.

Her talking to him about God as if he _hadn't_ been instructed in the Bible by his church and his own parents--as if he had never heard of patience and mercy and the rest of that--what did she think _did_ go on in homeschooling families? Was that it? Did Kim think what the Biology teacher thought: that homeschooling was like Special Ed, the place where you stashed mentally slow kids?

He sat down at his desk still seething, unable to pay attention to anything.
 
Cecilia was at her daughter's side much faster than the real-time gap between posts would indicate, starting her on chicken broth and jello to see how those would stay down.


Meanwhile, Dr. Wicklund's call to the city police department resulted in Chief Costamesa getting a warrant for the Free Clinic to disclose the name of the boy the doctor remembered as having the suspicious injury which would match being clouted by an Escrima stick.

(In the house that Jack built.)
 
Deep inside Chilena's body, the icky germs began shouting to each other: "Danger! Look out! Incoming chicken soup!" Some of the germs wanted to complain to somebody that the chicken broth was a biological weapon; but they realized that if they _could_ find some authority to approach with this complaint, such an authority would be likely to reply to them, "So what? _You're_ just as much a biological weapon as the soup is!"

Uncle Joe stood alongside Mrs. Havens, hoping that the humor injection would take effect on Hannah, giving her stamina to continue the straight-faced storyline.
 
Another call came for her meantime: from Steve LeMarque, the boy she had been briefly, needlessly worried about. He was calling to say that he and several other kids had seen to it that both Chilena and Dan would have all the notes they could need from the class sessions they missed. All material would be brought to them at their homes on Friday (by Alipang, in Chilena's case), if they were still unable to come to school on that day. Thus, they would have the notes to review on Labor Day weekend.
 
Note: What follows is a setup chiefly for Driad54 to use

The real-world situation makes it time to take longer chronological strides in the roleplay. Dayhawk has apparently discarded her own character, but I refuse to allow that character to cease existing entirely. So it is
A CONCRETE AND INDISPUTABLE FACT
(based on HER OWN words before now)
that Kim Tisdale _does_ begin working at the Pansit Paradise after school on Thursday, albeit "in the background." Along the lines of a recent discussion with Driad54, let me pick up at the end of our fourth school day....

Alipang's plan was to walk straight from school to the restaurant to begin work. His books were left at school in his locker; he had caught up enough in study hall, and notes for Chilena were folded up in his pocket. He would cut through General Longstreet Park, the only large city park on the east side, on the way. First, though, he would pass by the bush where he had left his balisong, and retrieve it.

That was at least his plan; but the knife was missing.

Someone was watching for him to come by and discover the loss, for an unfamiliar male voice now taunted, "Hey, slant! Lose your toothpick?" The voice came from a white boy some fifty yards away, accompanied by one other who resembled him. "Our brother got questioned by cops today because of you; so we figured we'd let the cops have your butterfly knife!" The second boy now displayed the closed knife to Alipang's view; then the pair began retreating in the direction of Longstreet Park.

In his current condition, Alipang would have made a retreat of his own, writing off the knife as lost, rather than fight two boys at once who were undamaged. But as if to compel his pursuit, the boy holding the knife now shouted, "But first we'll try out the edge on your blade;" and the one who had spoken first added, "Yeah, on your little sidekick Sammy!"

That made the difference: if Sammy even _might_ be in danger--and he well might be, after his courageous intervention today against Leopard Man--this could not be "walked away from." Having his cellphone, Alipang might have tried calling 911; but he knew how _slow_ the 911 operators could be absorbing words of more than one syllable. So he gave chase, moving faster than his taunters had thought he could.

Following them into the most tree-covered section of the park, he heard, before seeing, how two other boys closed in behind him. These were black--probably friends of Leopard Man, though he didn't recognize them. And a third white kid was with the first two....none other than Rocknose. There was no sign of Sammy; that had been a lie, to lure him here.

"Hi, there, Mini-Christ," Rocknose jeered. "Got any--?" But Alipang was not playing by their script. The attacker owns the time. If they thought he was going to wait for the big jerk to do his monologue while they tightened the ring, they were nuts. Seeing that one of the black kids behind him also had a knife, he reversed his own direction, shoved the unarmed one to jostle the armed one off balance, and made for the street again. They might be less eager to attack where they would be seen by passers-by.


DRIAD54 GETS FIRST CLAIM ON REACTING TO THIS!
 
ooc: thank you Copperfox. :)

Brendan was hoping that Jen and him were still on for a movie tonite. But that was tonite, and he thought it'd be a good idea to stop in at the Pansit, to check in on Alipang. New to the area, he wanted to see one of the local sights, General Longstreet Park, and he decided to bring his lacrosse stick with him, just in case there was a scrimage going on..

As he walked, he thought that it sounded similar to a Confederate Civil War general. I'll have to look that up when I get home, otherwise it's gonna drive me up a tree...

He was enjoying the peacefulness of the park. This'd be a great place to take Jen sometime, it's so nice here. You can barely hear any nosie from the roads. But then, he did hear some shouting. Probably some football game out of control Coming around a bend of trees, he did see a form of football, or at least kill the carrier.. Getting closer he realized that the guy in the front was being chased by 5 other boys. Looking closely he saw that it was Alipang! Taking off, while dialing 9/11 on his cell phone, and quickly muttering General Longstreet Park, gang trouble, he hung up and sprinted to catch up with the boys. He knew that a cop would be dispatched to the signal of a call regardless if anyone spoke into the phone, so he didn't have to explain.

There was an older white kid, not as fast as the others, that Brendan soon overtook, and then the next, and the next, and so on till he reached up to Alipang, throwing an arm up to deflect a defensive move by his friend. "Whoah there boy. Need some help?" he cracked a grin.
 
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"Watch 'em--two knives, maybe more!" gasped Alipang, finding nothing to grin about. An instant later, he spotted a stick on the ground, scooped it up, and swung it into the head of the first white boy who had spoken. That boy fell, stunned, but the stick shattered, leaving Alipang again weaponless. And at least one each of the still-standing white and black assailants was armed.
 
Copperfox said:
"Watch 'em--two knives, maybe more!" gasped Alipang, finding nothing to grin about. An instant later, he spotted a stick on the ground, scooped it up, and swung it into the head of the first white boy who had spoken. That boy fell, stunned, but the stick shattered, leaving Alipang again weaponless. And at least one each of the still-standing white and black assailants was armed.
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Better humor in battle, than no humor at all.. thought Brendan. He nodded at Alipang. He stopped running, took a "pick" stance, like in lacrosse, and closest pursuer smashed his chest right into Brendan's shoulder being knocked flat. Luckily enough, it was one of the guys who had a knife. Not knowing how to handle a knife properly he tossed it to Alipang, "here use this". Turning around, he was almost laid flat by Rocknose barreling into him, but he crouched just in time to flip him over his onto his back, and then turn around deftly slash him with the lacrosse stick. "That would be a surefire penalty in a game" brendan remarked.

3/5 down for the count
 
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A sixth attacker showed up late for the party: Carlos, one of the boys collared in the morning by Mr. Kramer. Whatever the Principal had said to him had not changed his personality, surprise surprise. He was carrying a nunchaku, and looked as if he did know how to use it. Alipang swung to face Carlos with what was in fact his own blade, now restored to him. Rocknose was getting up, not yet put out of action; but Alipang focussed on the fresh foe he knew to be armed, counting on Brendan to handle the rest of them.

While Brendan was doing just that, Alipang and Carlos fenced in grim earnest. Carlos had the reach advantage with his weapon, and had no injury slowing his movements; but he was enough of a streetfighter to realize that Alipang handled his knife like a pro, and so moved cautiously. Carlos was also helped by the fact that Alipang _wasn't_ trying to kill him--seeking no more than a shallow scratch which could cause the nunchaku to be dropped.

Around the moment when Brendan had neutralized all the others, Carlos, who had been mostly on the retreat, found a crucial opening--and hit Alipang right on his cracked rib. Alipang dropped like a felled tree, the spasm of pain preventing him even from crying out.
 
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